[Fic] The Fourteenth Star [Fic]
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blood_wingedTitle: The Fourteenth Star
Genre: General/Romance
Characters/Pairing(s): US, UK, Vermont. USxUK, implied USxVermont
Rating: U
Warnings: History abuse, sad stuff.
Summary: An idea I came up with during one of my many RPs with amael_elen. Severe history abuse, since I don't have a clue exactly what went down, but I thought it was a sweet yet sad idea ._.
****
“Hey, Alfred?”
Alfred glanced up from his game, his eyes falling on the relaxed reclining figure of his lover. The Englishman was looking at him thoughtfully, worrying his thumbnail between his teeth for a moment before he shifted and sat up, leaning forwards.
“Do you remember Vermont?”
***
“So it is settled, then!” A blue-eyed American with a bright expression signed his name with a flourish, and then handed the quill to the boy stood beside him. Looking barely into his teenage years the younger man grasped the quill awkwardly, frowning as his gaze flicked over what he was signing. Like his companion, the boy’s eyes were blue, but while the American’s were the colour of the sky, his were the deep blue of the sea, his hair a glossy, near platinum blonde. They could have been brothers, and indeed the look which the older bestowed upon the younger was that of a brother, but they were not.
His fingers shook as he signed, marking the date, 1791, and he quickly placed the quill down as if it burned him. A shiver ran through his small body as he gazed at his signature on the paper, but this was for the best, wasn’t it? Alfred had said it would be, and he trusted Alfred.
“There, now we are brothers,” the taller proclaimed cheerfully, clapping the younger man on the shoulder. “Welcome to the United States, Vermont.”
“Ah... th-thank you,” Vermont murmured, rubbing one hand across his face. Vermont was a small country, not even fifteen years old, a child by any standards, but surely being part of something as big as the United States of America could only mean good things for him. Alfred thought so, his smile never fading as he shook his companion’s hand.
“You must stay here with me. Oh, do say you will!”
Vermont took a long moment to think that over, while Alfred’s eager gaze distracted him from his decision with wide blue eyes and slightly flushed cheeks and that smile that Vermont simply couldn’t deny. He sighed, and nodded, and Alfred made a sound of delight and immediately dragged the boy from the room, rattling on about arrangements and rooms and how nice it would be to have someone else in the house. Vermont could swear that he heard the faintest tinge of regret in Alfred’s voice as he said that, but it was gone as soon as he had detected it, and the whirlwind of incessant chatter began again.
It wasn’t long before they began to notice it. Even Alfred, with his near-complete inability to read any kind of atmosphere, couldn’t help but notice the steadily increasing hours that Vermont was sleeping, and how tired he was, how little he ate and how slowly but surely he seemed to be giving up to something, though the young American couldn’t work out what that might be. Vermont liked living with America. Alfred’s spirit was infectious and on the days when he didn’t feel too exhausted they would go out walking or riding, spending as much time as they could together as if they both knew somewhere in their hearts that it wouldn’t last.
Alfred panicked, that morning in 1798 when Vermont wouldn’t wake up. He had been growing weaker over the past few weeks, but Alfred had always managed to encourage him to at least spend some time downstairs, or outside in the sunshine. It was that morning that the soft, shallow breaths being drawn into protesting lungs stuttered and fell still, and weary blue eyes opened to spend their last flicker of life gazing upon the United States of America. His last words were whispered, barely a murmur on his final exhale to a pale face and wide, bewildered eyes; ‘Keep me safe.’
***
“Vermont?” Alfred gave Arthur a strange look, the one that he always used when he thought that the older man was behaving oddly. “You mean my state? You’re acting like it’s not there anymore.”
Arthur frowned a little, and settled back in his chair. “Vermont was an independent country between 1777 and 1791,” he said, watching Alfred’s expression closely as it slid smoothly from confusion, to a pained realisation, and then on to the ‘you’re being weird, Arthur’ look that he knew so well in a matter of seconds. “You don’t remember him?”
“No.” Alfred turned his attention back to his game. “No, I don’t.”
Genre: General/Romance
Characters/Pairing(s): US, UK, Vermont. USxUK, implied USxVermont
Rating: U
Warnings: History abuse, sad stuff.
Summary: An idea I came up with during one of my many RPs with amael_elen. Severe history abuse, since I don't have a clue exactly what went down, but I thought it was a sweet yet sad idea ._.
****
“Hey, Alfred?”
Alfred glanced up from his game, his eyes falling on the relaxed reclining figure of his lover. The Englishman was looking at him thoughtfully, worrying his thumbnail between his teeth for a moment before he shifted and sat up, leaning forwards.
“Do you remember Vermont?”
***
“So it is settled, then!” A blue-eyed American with a bright expression signed his name with a flourish, and then handed the quill to the boy stood beside him. Looking barely into his teenage years the younger man grasped the quill awkwardly, frowning as his gaze flicked over what he was signing. Like his companion, the boy’s eyes were blue, but while the American’s were the colour of the sky, his were the deep blue of the sea, his hair a glossy, near platinum blonde. They could have been brothers, and indeed the look which the older bestowed upon the younger was that of a brother, but they were not.
His fingers shook as he signed, marking the date, 1791, and he quickly placed the quill down as if it burned him. A shiver ran through his small body as he gazed at his signature on the paper, but this was for the best, wasn’t it? Alfred had said it would be, and he trusted Alfred.
“There, now we are brothers,” the taller proclaimed cheerfully, clapping the younger man on the shoulder. “Welcome to the United States, Vermont.”
“Ah... th-thank you,” Vermont murmured, rubbing one hand across his face. Vermont was a small country, not even fifteen years old, a child by any standards, but surely being part of something as big as the United States of America could only mean good things for him. Alfred thought so, his smile never fading as he shook his companion’s hand.
“You must stay here with me. Oh, do say you will!”
Vermont took a long moment to think that over, while Alfred’s eager gaze distracted him from his decision with wide blue eyes and slightly flushed cheeks and that smile that Vermont simply couldn’t deny. He sighed, and nodded, and Alfred made a sound of delight and immediately dragged the boy from the room, rattling on about arrangements and rooms and how nice it would be to have someone else in the house. Vermont could swear that he heard the faintest tinge of regret in Alfred’s voice as he said that, but it was gone as soon as he had detected it, and the whirlwind of incessant chatter began again.
It wasn’t long before they began to notice it. Even Alfred, with his near-complete inability to read any kind of atmosphere, couldn’t help but notice the steadily increasing hours that Vermont was sleeping, and how tired he was, how little he ate and how slowly but surely he seemed to be giving up to something, though the young American couldn’t work out what that might be. Vermont liked living with America. Alfred’s spirit was infectious and on the days when he didn’t feel too exhausted they would go out walking or riding, spending as much time as they could together as if they both knew somewhere in their hearts that it wouldn’t last.
Alfred panicked, that morning in 1798 when Vermont wouldn’t wake up. He had been growing weaker over the past few weeks, but Alfred had always managed to encourage him to at least spend some time downstairs, or outside in the sunshine. It was that morning that the soft, shallow breaths being drawn into protesting lungs stuttered and fell still, and weary blue eyes opened to spend their last flicker of life gazing upon the United States of America. His last words were whispered, barely a murmur on his final exhale to a pale face and wide, bewildered eyes; ‘Keep me safe.’
***
“Vermont?” Alfred gave Arthur a strange look, the one that he always used when he thought that the older man was behaving oddly. “You mean my state? You’re acting like it’s not there anymore.”
Arthur frowned a little, and settled back in his chair. “Vermont was an independent country between 1777 and 1791,” he said, watching Alfred’s expression closely as it slid smoothly from confusion, to a pained realisation, and then on to the ‘you’re being weird, Arthur’ look that he knew so well in a matter of seconds. “You don’t remember him?”
“No.” Alfred turned his attention back to his game. “No, I don’t.”
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first comment*!!!
Date: 2010-01-26 06:31 pm (UTC)Hey it has been a long time before I came to your LJ [actually to the internet] but I'm alive*! and i have returned*!!! How are you? I had read thet you wasn't so well.. what's wrong?
Now i'm translating your works. the one that i had post was good =) some girls left comment and I'm going to translate them for you*!
Hope to see you later [in a time-out!] in messenger =) or here in LJ =)
Kisses and Blessings from your friend Pettit*!
Re: first comment*!!!
Date: 2010-01-26 07:45 pm (UTC)Re: first comment*!!!
Date: 2010-01-27 03:08 am (UTC)I've been alright, thanks. And thanks for the translations =D
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Date: 2010-01-26 08:02 pm (UTC)And, and.. Aww, Alfred.. ;~; You dope. But it's okay, I understand you! Poor thing.. //stops
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Date: 2010-01-27 03:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-01-27 03:24 am (UTC)Yes, poor dope. ._.
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Date: 2010-01-27 05:40 am (UTC)And I love how you've written it! =D So well-done!
Now onto my response. ;A; how could Alfred forget? ;-; i felt sad enough as it was watching Band of Brothers. ;-; -cries in corner- good job, dearie
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Date: 2010-01-27 05:42 am (UTC)And he didn't forget. He's in denial ._.
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Date: 2010-01-27 05:44 am (UTC)I see........poor Al. Do you have any explanation as to why he died? I kind of want to know even.
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Date: 2010-01-27 05:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
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